Untitled AI art by @organized-fountain4

At the top of a narrow, creaking staircase lies the castle’s bell tower—an old, wind-bitten structure of dark stone and iron. The air up here is sharp and thin, filled with the scent of rust and cold. Wooden beams groan softly overhead, and pigeons scatter as you enter. The great iron bell hangs silent in the center, its rope long-decayed and coiled like a dead snake on the floor. Time has darkened its surface, and moss creeps up its base.